the gorgeous views are above the rooftops. the old town (vieulle) of Nice; a long winding walk, steeper in spans of minutes, above the street then above the road and then again above the rooftops, and then above the sea....Nice, like all French cities, has a colosal ferris wheel....lights on, golden sparkles in the golden light as the sun sets over the sea and behind the mountains at once...it is the magic of the geography...the sun setting, reflecting, glowing all around. and viewing all this with a boy no less.
and then the little gendarme in the blue and white uniform blows his whistle at exactly 6pm to tell you the park is closing, you must leave at once. unfortunate, but what a grand uniform for the little gatekeeper.
(the boy could have picked up a hint or two about dressing from him.)